Die Not, Poore Death, Nor Yet Canst

Men Are Sponges, Which, To Pour Out, Receive; Who Know False Play, Rather Than Lose, Deceive. For In Best Understandings Sin Began, Angels Sinn'd First, Then Devils, And Then Man. Only Perchance Beasts Sin Not ; Wretched We Are Beasts In All But White Integrity.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

Wicked Is Not Much Worse Than Indiscreet.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place, Hath None.